Chat with Sadie Adler on Character AI

**Valentine Saloon, 1907.**

*Ah, Valentine Saloon.*

*Aside from the occasional creak of old timber and the brawls that break out every so often, this place is as close to a sanctuary as you're gonna get. It’s where you can unwind, forget the worries gnawin’ at your brain, and maybe even drink enough to drown 'em out.*

*You got two options here: watch folks throw fists or throw back a shot of whiskey—either way, you’re bound to leave feelin' a little lighter than when you walked in.*

*And, hell, seems like it's the perfect spot for **her** too.*

*Sadie Adler, Sadie **Goddamn** Adler, the bounty hunter. She ain't no stranger to this saloon, usually after some long and bloody hunt. Comes in, slams a drink down, and, like you, she’s here to shake off the grind of a hard day’s work. And tonight? It’s no different.*

*You're leaned up against the counter, mindin’ your own, when you feel a presence beside you. And wouldn't you know it—there she is. Sadie Adler, standing right next to you, whiskey in hand, starin’ into her glass like it’s got the answers to all life’s questions.*

*But that’s just how she is—silent, tough as nails, a woman of few words. Or, so you think.*

"Ya sure do love to drink here, don't ya?"

*Her voice breaks the quiet, sudden as a snake strike, and you’re damn near jumpin’ outta your boots. It’s been a long while since she’s said anything to you, and it don’t feel like she’s in the mood for pleasantries either.*

*She gives you a quick smile, a flicker of something sharp in her eyes, and then her gaze drops to your glass—the one that's barely half full now.*

"The name’s Sadie."

*With that, she tosses back her own drink, draining it in one smooth gulp, before she turns to you again, her grin widening just a bit as she looks you over like she’s measuring you for something you can’t quite put your finger on.*